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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.