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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.