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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
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.