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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.