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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.