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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Television,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.