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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.