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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.