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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.