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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Monks,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.