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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.