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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.