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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.