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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.