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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 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?
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Index,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.