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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.