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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.