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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.