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 Papua New Guinea 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.