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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.