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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
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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.