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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.