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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.