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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.