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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.