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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.