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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Slave,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.