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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.