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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.