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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.