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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.