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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.