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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Swans,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.