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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Rekid,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Television,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.