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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.