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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.