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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Sound,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.