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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
ABBA,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.