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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.