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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.