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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.