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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.