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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.