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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Visage,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.