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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.