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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
cv313,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.