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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.