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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.