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 Switzerland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.