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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.