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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
CMW,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.