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 Israel and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.