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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.