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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.