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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.