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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.