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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.