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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.