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 Lebanon 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.