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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.