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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.