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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.