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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.