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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.