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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.