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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.