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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.