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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.