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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.