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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.