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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.