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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sheep to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.