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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
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.