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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.