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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.