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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.