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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.