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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.