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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
CMW,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.