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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.