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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.