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 Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.