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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
the Association,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.