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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.