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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.