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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones 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 grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.