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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.