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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.