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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.