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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.