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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.