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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.