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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Loose Ends 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.