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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 a sitar 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.