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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.