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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.