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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Q65,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.