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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.