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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.