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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.