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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.