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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.