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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.