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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.