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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.