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 Libya and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.