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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.