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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Franke,
The Gories,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Niagra,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.