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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Mars,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.