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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
PIL,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.