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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
PIL,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.