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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.