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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.