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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.