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 Mexico 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.