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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.