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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.