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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.