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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.