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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Pole,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.