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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.