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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.