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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.