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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Little Man,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.