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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.