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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.