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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.