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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.