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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.