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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.