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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.