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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.