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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.