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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.