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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Saints,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
a-ha,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Quantec,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.