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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.