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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.