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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.