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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Sparks,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.