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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.