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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.