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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.