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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Standells,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.