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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.