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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.