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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.