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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
CMW,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.