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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.