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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Associates,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.