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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.