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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.