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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.