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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.