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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.