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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.