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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Names,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.