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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.