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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.