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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.