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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.