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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.