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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Television,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.