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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.