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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.