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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Fear,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.