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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Mars to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.