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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.