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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.