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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.