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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.