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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
CMW,
Rekid,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.