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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.