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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.