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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.