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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.