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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.