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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.