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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Magma,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.