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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.