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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.