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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.