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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.