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 India and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Index,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.