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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.