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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.