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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.