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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.