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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
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.