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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.