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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.