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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.