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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.