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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.