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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.