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 Niger and from Lille.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Index,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.