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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Outsiders 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Leaves,
Index,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.