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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.