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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
DNA,
Gong,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.