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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.