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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.