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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.