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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.