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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
AZ,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.