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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.