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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.