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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.