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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.