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 Vanuatu 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.