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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Oneida,
cv313,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.