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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Index,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.