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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.