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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.