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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
10cc,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.