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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
UT,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.