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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.