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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.