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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Brick,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.