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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Ludus,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.