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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.