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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.