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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.