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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.