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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.