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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
UT,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.