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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.