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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.