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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.