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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
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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.