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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.