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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.