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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Nico,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.