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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.