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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.