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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.