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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Franke,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.