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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a snare 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.