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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
AZ,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.