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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.