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 Ivory Coast 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
The Remains,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.