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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.