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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Scion,
Clear Light,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.