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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.