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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.