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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Technova,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.