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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.