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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.