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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.