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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.