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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Organ,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Franke,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.