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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.