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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Organ,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.