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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.