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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.