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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.