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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.