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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.