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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
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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.