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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.