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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.