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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.