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 France and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.