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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.