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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.