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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.