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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.