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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.