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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.