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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.