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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.