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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.