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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.