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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.