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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.