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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
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,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.