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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.