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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.