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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.