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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.