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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.