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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
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.