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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.