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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Standells,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.