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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.