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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.