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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Fall,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.