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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Niagra,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.