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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.