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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.