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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.