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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Television,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.