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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.