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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.