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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.