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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.