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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.