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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.