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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.