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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Can,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.