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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.