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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.