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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.