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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
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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.