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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.