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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.