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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.