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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.