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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.