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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.