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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.