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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.