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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.