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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.