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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
UT,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.