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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.