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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.