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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.