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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.