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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.