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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.