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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.