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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.