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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.