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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Sparks,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.