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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.