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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.