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 Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.