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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.