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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Technova,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.