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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.