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 Togo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.