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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.