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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.