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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.