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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.