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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.