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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.