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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.