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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.