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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
The Evens,
UT,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.