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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.