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 Chile and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Names,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.