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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 organ 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.