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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.