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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.