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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Smog,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.