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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.