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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.