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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.