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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.