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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Mars,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.