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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.