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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Q65,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.