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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.