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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.