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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.