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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.