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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.