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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.