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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.