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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.