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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.