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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.