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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Monks,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.