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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
PIL,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.