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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.