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 Sweden 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.