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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
the Association,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.