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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.