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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Symarip,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.