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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.