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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.