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 France and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.