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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.