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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Yellowson,
10cc,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.