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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.