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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.