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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.