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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.