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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Television,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.