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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Quantec 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.