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 Greece 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.