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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Technova,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.