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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.