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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.