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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
The Residents,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.