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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.