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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.