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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.