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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.