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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.