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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.