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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Index,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.