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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crime,
ABC,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.