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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.