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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.