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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.