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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.