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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.