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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.