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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Yellowson,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.