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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.