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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.