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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.