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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
the Germs,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.