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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.