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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.