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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.