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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.