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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.