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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.