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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.