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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Slave,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.