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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.