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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.