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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.