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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.