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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.