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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.