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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.