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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
The Associates,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.