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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.