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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.