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 Monaco and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.