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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.