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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.