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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Franke,
Oneida,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
the Germs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.