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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.