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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.