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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.