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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.