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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.