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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
K-Klass,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.