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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.