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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.