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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.