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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.