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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.