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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Busters,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
The Fall,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.