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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.