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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.