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 Greece and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.