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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.