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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.