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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.