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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.