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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Faust,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.