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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Crime,
AZ,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.