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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.