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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.