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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
This Heat,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.