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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.