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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.