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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Smog,
Niagra,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.