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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.