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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.