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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.