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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.