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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.