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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.