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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.