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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.