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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Skaos,
MC5,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Swans,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.