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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.