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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skaos to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Motorama,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.