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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.