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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.