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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.