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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.