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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.