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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.