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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.