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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brick,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.