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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine 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 grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.