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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.