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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.