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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.