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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.