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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.