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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.