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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.