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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.