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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.