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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.