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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.