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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.