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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.