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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.