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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.