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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.