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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.