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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.