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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Standells,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.