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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
CMW,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.