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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.