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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.