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 Romania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.