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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.