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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.