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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.