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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Monks,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Gong,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.