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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.