Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Index,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.