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 Panama 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.