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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Television to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.