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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Technova,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.