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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.