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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.