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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.