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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.