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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.