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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.