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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.